Large Iced Vanilla Latte at McDonald's after dropping the two older kids at school in the am. I make that run every am, just like an addict running down an alley in search of a fix.

Well thanks to things like design-your-own Converse for $40, Ipod skins your ten-year-old can print on their Mac and a vast array of online digital photo sites that let you "play and create" art and albums, I think that "custom" is a word no longer assumed to be equated with "cost prohibitive" for most people. The opposite. I think it is becoming a demand on a much bigger scale and is expected to be affordable. So I'm guessing something like a tweaked Gap-"ish" chain will spring up that specializes in laser-etching jeans with your custom art, symbols, quotes and expressions.... Or maybe not. Just a guess.

The very Land Rover that I currently drive only time-warped back to the day I got it. It is begging to be euthanized but I get ridiculously sentimental about my cars. I'm one step away from pulling a Flintstone and cutting a hole in the floor to use my feet for brakes but all I can think is "I brought all of my babies home from the hospital in this car. I can't get rid of it....." So give me a heads up if you see any kind of hole in the space-time continuim. Thanks.

That's the $64,000 Question around here this week. Big week on the Life Map. Very. So I'll have to get back to you next week on that with the Final Answer.

The wearing of pants mid-arse with exposed underwear by young men.. If only because I am so disgusted by it I'm about to arm myself with staple guns and become a mall vigilante, giving Ultimate Atomic Wedgies by stapling the top of the knickers to their shirt collars. One by one I'll wedgie them all if I have to.

Our cottage in Ireland in January.

My children and their future.

Why some pudding is refrigerated in the store and some is on the shelf. I'm obsessed with that. Alternately, how that one little fabric softener sheet scootches around and manages to touch all my clothes.

I'm rooting for an All-Star cast ensemble to remake H.R. Puf n Stuf with one of the many underfed and tragically unhealthy teen actresses out there today taking the part of the flute.

I just want it to be interesting and for my three kids to be healthy and happy in it. Booze-laden also comes to mind. But I digress. That was the stress of the week talking.

Napping with my babies (which they still are, babies to me that is, even at 2, 6 and 9) is the only way I can deeply sleep and thus recharge fully.

It should be the Bible. Especially this week. But God would know I was just kissing up to Him. So I'm not sure.... Oh wait. Yes I am. Duh. It will be Elmo's Shapes and Colors when Finnegan wakes up.

The next election. Thank goodness.

Pasta. It's a "guilty pleasure" because I don't indulge, unfortunately. I ravage.

Each one of my babies the minute they wake up.